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She's thirty when she learns her fate
the truth about her lot in life, 
a truth that fills her heart with hate
and cuts her like a knife

His face, once pleasant to her eye
his manner, once endearing
his jokes, once charming, quick and dry
now madden her to tearing

He's bloated, lazy, impotent;
not worthy of her charms
and now she yearns to be content,
wrapped in another's arms

She finds him, twenty; oh, so willing
an eager student for her hand,
she's wild again, he makes it thrilling
each time and touch, her flames are fanned

She steals away, at first with care
but nothing seems to catch his eye,
he passes out there, in his chair,
TV flickering a sad goodbye 

With one, she's but a passing dance
with the other, life's passed her by,
she wishes for another chance
?and prays that one might die

Emboldened with each rendezvous
at last her verdict's made, 
for sentencing, she finally knows
the price that must be paid

A life of lost and wasted dreams
demands a fearsome price,
but better paid in time, than screams
and time that's taken twice

She lies about her measures
and her lover's eyes are blind,
he's thinking just of pleasures
of a purely passing kind

She begs him to release himself,
to scratch her deepest itch,
she wants it there, inside herself
to brew and then bewitch

The years pass by, as pass they must
she's watched him take his pride,
in what she made, betrayed in trust
with another's seed inside

The moment comes; he's fit to burst
with a conceit that's born of lies,
but before he spouts, she'll tell him first
her magnificent surprise

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